Today
was the day of a long-awaited road trip where I would be driving for
about four hours and then staying in a hotel by myself for two
nights...alone. I recently posted about attending my son's baseball
tournament in the fall and trying to manufacture some girl time during
his games, and today I found myself driving to another such tournament.
This time the dynamics were different, though, because my son's team
travelled by bus, and they were also staying at their own hotel, so that
meant I would be on my own for most of the weekend. Yay, a Lisa
weekend!!

As soon as I found out that I would be traveling alone, I determined to
do so as a girl, and the first step was making the long drive fully en
femme. Since I knew that my wife would be sending me off, it made
packing a bit tricky, and
it
also meant that I would have to find a nearby park in order to transform
in my car. These weren't the most ideal circumstances, but I had no
choice if I wanted to make the weekend work, and so I ended up bringing
a backpack to work several weeks ago and locking it in my drawer, and
then day by day I would bring pieces of my wardrobe to work and then
store them in the back pack.

Since I worked a few hours at work before making my drive today, I made
sure to prepare what I could beforehand like slipping into my panties
and pantyhose in the restroom and then loading my backpack into the
deepest part of my trunk where it wouldn't catch anyone's eye. After
leaving work, I quickly drove home to pick up my guy things (boring!!),
a small cooler, and then some snacks that my wife had prepared for me
bless her heart.
After
saying goodbye to my wife and making a safe departure, I drove to a
nearby park that ran alongside the interstate and found a secluded area
to do my makeup in the front seat of my car. Once my makeup was done, I
next needed to stealthily slip into a bra under my guy top, and once I
was sure no one was watching (at least I hope they weren't), I removed
my guy clothes still sitting on the front seat of my car and slipped
into a darling jersey dress pulling it over my bra and panties.

I spent countless nights prior to my journey trying to think of a fun
outfit for the drive, and I finally thought that this jersey dress would
be the cutest and most comfortable option. Once I had my dress in place,
I quickly did my hair and then the final step was to dash to my trunk
wearing my guy shoes and exchange them for the mary jane flats I had
stashed next to my spare tire. It felt great standing there in the crisp
spring air wearing a pretty dress, nude pantyhose, and cute flats. I was
a girl, and I was ready for the drive!! Before I made the drive,
however, I got my iPhone and made a quick video from a pathway in the
park talking about my plans, which I will post later.

Once I made it on the road, I slipped in the CD of one of my favorite
groups, the Carpenters. I know saying that might date me a little bit,
but I just love Karen Carpenter's voice, and I never get tired of
listening to it. Singing along with Karen (sorry, no video of that!), I
drove down the interstate towards what I hoped would be a fun weekend. I
had about half a tank of gas in my car when I left, but I wanted to fill
up at a Costco that was about an hour down the road, so I would have as
much gas left as possible when I reached my destination.

The
first hour of the drive was fine, and I noticed when driving on the
interstate that I was driving more like my guy side than the girl. :)
The weather outside was a bit overcast, and so sometimes there was
direct sunshine, and sometimes I drove beneath a thin layer of clouds,
so I had fun wearing my girl sunglasses when it was bright and also
admiring the glint of the sun on my pantyhose as it streamed into the
car. It was truly an
enjoyable start to my journey, and the first hour
just breezed by.

In
time, I exited the interstate and pulled into the nearby Costco for gas.
I also wanted to stop by the tire center and have them check my tire
pressure, and I thought these two errands would make for some fun
adventures and pictures. I've filled up my car countless times fully en
femme, and so that part was easy, but once my tank was full, it was time
to drive over to the tire center and ask one of the gentlemen to check
my tire pressure. I pulled up to the entryway of the tire center and got
the attention of a guy in the nearest bay and asked him if he'd check my
pressure. He quickly put down the tools he was working with and asked me
to pull up to a certain point along the bays for the cars. Once he
stopped me, he walked around to my side and asked if he could open the
door to check the recommended tire pressure on my door panel. Just
between you and me, I think he really wanted to catch another glimpse of
my legs in L'eggs, but who knows??